Imagine How Good They Will Smell After The Game, It Would Be An Honor To Be Waiting For Either One To

Imagine how good they will smell after the game, it would be an honor to be waiting for either one to come back and use my face to rest up. Whether they sit and fart on my face, make me smell their sweaty feet or armpits, I’ll be there for it all!

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The Bet - Chapter 4

via Sevenbillionasscheeks

This story is completely fictional, for 18+, and includes fetish and kink material like fart sniffing. … Another day in this hell week for Chris, and it’s made worse when Alex reveals a little surprise … A blast from my brother’s ass woke me up. I gagged a bit, not just from the putrid stink, but because the air under the blanket was so thick from farts and the heat. The sweat from their asses and balls also added to the already rough stink. At some point in the night, I rolled onto my back, and the guys shifted away from me a bit so my head wasn’t being squeezed by their butts anymore. Alex was still snoring, so I guess that fart was involuntary. I had no idea what time it was, but the sun coming through the basement window was bright enough…it must have been near 10 am. How many hours have I been stuck in this Dutch oven? I was feeling queasy at this point and had a headache. But then I turned to look at Mike’s butt again. The sunlight through the blankets helped me notice the details of his butt cheeks. There was a little birthmark on the right one. I wanted to kiss it. What’s wrong with me? I’m trapped under the blankets, nothing to breath but my brother’s and Mike’s farts, but I couldn’t help feel so turned on being so close to Mike. I wanted to suck him off again, just to feel the same rush. My underwear was crusty with last nights cum, and my face felt slimy. I’d jerked myself to sleep with my face between Mike’s naked ass cheeks. I felt so dirty, I wanted a shower so bad. After a few more farts seeped out of Mike’s butt, Alex started to shift, then sit up. I heard him yawn. “Dude,” he nudged Mike, “It’s almost 11.” “Shit,” Mike sat up, “I need to go.” “Ready to let Fart Boy out?” Mike laughed, “Man, I feel bad for him. My stomach was gurgling last night, I hope we didn’t kill him.” “That would be kind of funny…I’d write his obituary, ‘Fart Boy: he came, he saw, he sniffed butthole!’” Then the blanket was thrown off me. The light made me wince, but I gasped and sucked in as much fresh air as I could. “FUCK!!!” Mike screamed, jumping out of the bed. He dashed to the bathroom with his hand over his mouth and nose. Alex gagged, “Dear fucking LORD!” He also jumped up and started laughing, “Jeezus that reeks! I didn’t notice just how strong and concentrated all of their gas and sweat funk was down there. I’d been there for so many hours, I’d just gotten used to it. It wasn’t until after a few delicious gulps of clean air did I realize just how disgusting this Dutch oven was. I heard Mike gagging in the bathroom. “Chris, are you ok?” Alex looked down at me with wide eyes. He seemed genuinely concerned. “…yeah,” I nodded slowly. I was feeling a little dizzy from everything. So his smile returned, “Well, get yourself upstairs; today’s a new day for Fart Boy!” It was only day 2… … Mike stayed downstairs, probably getting dressed and getting himself ready to leave. I sat on the couch in the living room, because that’s what Alex told me to do. He was back in our room. I waited for a few minutes, then Alex spun from around the corner in only the filthy underwear and crew socks, a goofy grin on his face, with both hands behind his back. “I’ve got a surprise for you!” He said in a sing-song voice. I didn’t like that; “You know how we have to dogsit Rusty sometimes?” Rusty was our cousin’s giant St. Bernard. I nodded. “Well I found this in our room” He brought one of his hands up, holding a giant black harness, the one we’d use to walk him with, “I guess Renny forgot it here last time.” “Ok…” I started slow, “so?” That grin became wolfish again, and he brought up his other hand; knee pads. I connected the dots, then gulped. “This’ll work so much better than the towel,” He turned around and stepped into the harness, “Crawl over here, Fart Boy.” I didn’t want to spend more time in his butt, but I had no choice anymore. I got off the couch and crawled behind my brother. He handed me the kneepads and I put them on unenthusiastically. “Ok, now bring your head up here,” The harness had a padded section that would go around Rusty’s front legs and belly. That was the section that was behind Alex. In front, Alex was holding the top of the harness, which had the rope to tighten it. I already knew what was going to work. I brought my head up between Alex and the padded part of the harness, facing his butt. He pulled the rope in front to tighten it, and, for what felt like the hundredth time by now, my face was pulled into his smelly butt cheeks. I winced because I was so familiar with the smell of the seat of his underwear by now. I heard Mike’s voice, “Woah dude, is this what you meant by making him crawl around behind you?” My face was burning red. I didn’t want Mike to see me like this! I was so humiliated. “Yep,” Alex rustled my hair, “Fart Boy loves his new home. But it’s not tight enough,” I felt him bend over, my face wedged easily into his butt crack, and I felt him tighten the harness. My face was pulled deeper into his butt, and my nose was starting to feel smashed up in his crack. It started to hurt. I could barely breath! I couldn’t get much air through my mouth or nose; only pure ass fumes. Then he stood up, and my face felt like it was being squeezed by the harness and his butt cheeks. I started to panic, whimpering and breathing rapidly, my hands latching onto his thighs, “Shh, shh,” I felt him rub my head, “I know it’s a tight fit, but I don’t want to catch a whiff of any of my farts; that’s your job. Just breath slowly, you’ll be fine.” Mike whistled, “I feel bad for Fart Dude. I couldn’t do this shit; I nearly puked from opening that Dutch oven…” “Don’t feel bad,” Alex was grabbing onto my hair, then he grunted and I felt another gross fart putter on my nose. At least it was short, “He loves it.” I sniffed it up. … After Mike left, the rest of the day was kind of boring, because I barely left Alex’s butt. I crawled behind him, still tightly held in by the harness, as he walked around the kitchen making food. Like the other day, each step made his crack grind hard against my face. He whistled, telling me that he was going to make an onion omelet with leftover beans on the side. I groaned. He brought his breakfast over to the couch and was laying down, propped up on one elbow, so he could eat while watching TV. I was laying down behind him, my face up his ass, being forced to smell and feel the heat and sweat through the fabric of his underwear. He burped a lot. Pig. I didn’t know how long he was going to be here, so I tried to get comfortable and nuzzled a bit into his butt. “You hungry for more gas?” He scratched my hair. I tried to say no, but I was stuffed in so much that I couldn’t even tell what I said. I shook my head violently, hoping he’d get it. “Haha, alright, alright, calm down, let me see what I can cook up for ya,” I groaned again, feeling his butthole press against my nose. The fart was silent, a silent stream of gas. It didn’t last long, but it was rancid in my nose. I started coughing enough that my chest hurt. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to sniff it?” He reminded me, “Unless you want to kiss my asshole, of course.” I didn’t want that. It’s been two days since his last shower. I sniffed and sniffed as much as I could, deeply, ignoring how badly I wanted to cough and gag. I sniffed up the thick heat of his fart, and kept taking deep sniffs until I could only smell butt sweat. He laughed. “Wow, Fart Boy, if I knew how much you loved to smell my ass, I would’ve let you be my fart sniffing slave for longer than just this week. O well, can’t go back on my word.” As much as I hated how he taunted me, I was at least happy that this would end soon. Sure he’s mean, but he’s always bound by his little honor codes; he wouldn’t take more advantage of me. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he deleted that video after this was over. But at the same time, I was afraid he wouldn’t; a video of me telling his butt that I love it, and then eating Mike’s farts and his farts straight from the hole could be used as blackmail for years. Years… I didn’t want to think about that. Mike got tired of the TV and then got up to walk to the kitchen. He put the radio on and washed the dishes. I felt him hike up a leg and let out another fart. I sniffed it up as fast as I could. He spent the rest of the morning and much of the afternoon cleaning around the house. He never cleans. I could feel and smell his ass getting sweatier. He was only doing all this work to torture me. My knees and my neck were hurting from being tied up. And his ass sweat and heat was mixing with my face sweat. I was getting dizzy from the heat and the butt fumes. He was dancing a little bit as he walked, dancing to the bet of the song. I couldn’t take it anymore. I tapped on his thighs, hoping he would let me out for a break, but he ignored me. “Oh, Fart Boy,” He started laughing, “I think those eggs and beans are kicking in.” I started whimpering, he spread his legs and crouched over as if he were at the line of scrimmage. Bending over loosened his butt’s grip on my face, but I was still stuck. “Blue 42! Blue 42!” He laughed. I stopped whimpering and shut my eyes, bracing for impact, “Hut, hut…HIKE!” PRRRRRRRRRPERPEPREPRPRPRPRRPRRRTT The giant fart exploded up my nose. It violently stunk of eggs. I thought I was going to be sick. I tried pulling away, hoping the harness would be loose enough for me to slip out. I didn’t even care about the video or the bet at that point; this was foul. But he grabbed my hair and yanked it up. I screamed in pain into his sweating butt. “No, Fart Boy, it’s lunch time, you need to eat!” He started grinding his butt into my face. I started sniffing the awful fart. He pulled at my hair and I cried out again, “No, I want to hear you eat it!” I opened my mouth and breathed the hot air in. I could actually start to taste the fart on my tongue. I held back a gag, and gulped loudly. “Good Fart Boy,” He patted me on the head, “I’m about to feed you another one, get ready.” I “ate” two more disgusting farts straight out of Alex’s butthole. He laughed at me while he walked down the hall. … After he was done cleaning, he led me over to the couch and started watching more TV. I heard him playing with his laptop also. As disgusting as it was to feel his ass sweat on me, I couldn’t help but doze off. I was so bored, I needed a nap. I heard him make a phone call, “Hello, I’d like to order a large pizza with the following toppings,” a pause, “onions, green peppers, spinach, and sausage. Extra cheese.” The idea of pizza made my stomach gurgle. Alex only let me out for a sandwich around lunch time, and other then that I’d only been eating farts. Alex hung up, “Guess what, dude? I did some research and made sure to order a pizza with the most gas producing foods on top. All those onions, meat, cheese, and soda are going to mix into the perfect storm of farts that I’m going to rip up your nose and down your throat. God, I’m gonna be ripping so much ass tonight…your nose might bleed.” I cried softly into his butt. Later, the doorbell rang. Alex got up, me still tied up behind him. I can’t let the pizza delivery guys see me like this!!! I started punching his thighs. “Calm down, Fart Boy,” he said, “My friend works at Pizza Castle.” I really didn’t like the fact that more and more friends were being let in on this secret. I heard the door open, “Hey dude,” “Hey…wait what the fuck is going on here?” “You remember my brother?” I felt Alex turn his hip. I couldn’t see past the small of his back, and I couldn’t turn my head. “He lost a bet, so now he has to be my fart sniffing and eating slave until Friday.” “Wow, that sucks, man,” I heard him talking to me, even though he started laughing. “He doesn’t mind, do you Fart Boy?” I was so infuriated by all of this, I lost it; I started screaming into his butt, thrashing my arms around, trying to pull out of the harness. No point. “Hey, Pete,” I heard my brother say, “Watch me fart into his open mouth.” Then directed at me, “Fart Boy, are you hungry for more gas?” There was no point in fighting this. I nodded my head against his crack and opened my mouth wide. He ripped a deep fart against my lips. Pete was laughing as I sniffed and gulped loudly. Alex continued, “Yep, I haven’t showered since Thursday. And I’ve been sweating and farting in his face for days. Mike came over last night and we gave him the worst Dutch oven in history.” “That’s so sick, dude,” Pete was still laughing, “I gotta do that to my little bro” “They make the best fart sniffers.” Alex paid him and shut the door. He laughed, “I’m gonna be at practice all day tomorrow, but afterward I’m having some football buddies come over. Yes, I’ll tell them about your new job, no they won’t shower, and yes we’ll be eating tons of this pizza.” I started screaming again, my screams muffled by his butt cheeks. I kept screaming even as he let out another silent but deadly stream into my mouth while walking back to the living room.

The Bet - Chapter 1

via Sevenbillionasscheeks

This story is completely fictional, for 18+, and involves fart sniffing, incest, and slavery … My very first story that I wrote years ago. After Chris loses a bet to his older brother, he has to obey all kinds of nasty commands … He beat me again at that stupid xbox racing game. It was a hot summer evening, and we had nothing to do but sit in our shorts and sweat while playing the game. Alex always walked around without his shirt so I didn’t mind doing the same. This was the third time in a row, and he kept taunting me. “Wow Chris, If I knew you’d suck this bad, I would’ve just play by myself.” “Shut up” “I’m serious, you keep losing you may as well quit playing my games ever. Practice surely isn’t doing you any good.” He went on and on, and I felt brave, so I said, “Screw you! I bet I’ll win the next race.” “You wanna bet? What’s the wager then?” He had a cocky smile. “Whoever wins has to make the loser do whatever he wants for a week.” “Deal.” It was set. He started a new race, and asked, “So what are you going to make me do if I lose?” I thought of the most embarrassing and gross thing I could think of: “If I win, you have to smell all my farts for the week.” I laughed. He raised his eyebrows, “Huh, nasty. I’m not sure what I’ll make you do yet, I have to think about it.” The race was so close. I was sweating from the heat and from nerves. I couldn’t let him beat me again. But at the last turn around, he slammed me off the side of the road and too first place. “NO!” I cried out. “Haha,” He started laughing at me, “See, you’re so bad at this game, I knew you would lose.” I dropped my controller, “It’s getting late, and I think I know what I’m going to have you do.” I groaned. He got up to go brush his teeth, “You should brush your teeth right now too. What I have in mind will take all night.” I groaned again. What was he going to make me do? After we brushed our teeth, we went to our bedroom. My side of the room was always clean, his side was a filthy mess. There was old food on plates, dirty clothes all over the floor, his laundry was piling with his dirty tighty whiteys he always wore, and his dirty jockstraps from his football practice were all in a pile next to the hamper. He pulled out five of the underwear from the dirty hamper. “Alright, first, I need to know which pair of these tighty whiteys is the filthiest” he told me, “And you need to be the judge. Sniff these and give me the one that smelled worse. I groaned in disgust as he handed me the underwear. Each one smelled worse than the last, except the fourth one was disgusting. The front smelt of his old ball sweat, and the back smelt as if I directly smelled his buttcrack after a long day. The fifth one was a candle compared to the rest. “This one” I gave him the nasty pair. If I knew why he asked me to do this, I would’ve lied. He then did something that surprised me. He took off his shorts and underwear so he was standing naked in front of me. I’ve caught glimpses of him naked before on accident, and neither of us made a big deal cuz we’re brothers, we’ve both got the same stuff. But up close I noticed his dick was so big, and the area above it and his balls were covered in fiery hair, just like his head hair. He tossed the clothes in the hamper, “Ugh I’d rather sleep in the nude cuz of this heat, but I need to be decent.” He then put on the pair that smelled awful. My heart sank. Why was he doing that? “Yep, I think this is the pair that I wore three days straight,” He let me know, “Last week I was too lazy to shower and change…those gym classes were rough. I reeked so badly, I couldn’t take it myself. And the sweat, ugh, my sweat always gets collected by this underwear; it pools up at the very bottom between my ass and my balls.” I laughed, not knowing that these details would make everything worse for me. “Anyway, are you tired?” “Kinda,” “Good. So the first thing I want you to do,” He laid down on his bed and pulled the underwear off again, “is that I want you to try and fit my balls in your mouth.” “…What?!” I was shocked, “That’s gross!” “I know! You lost a bet so I’m going to make it as bad as I can!” He started laughing, “Turn off the light and get your mouth around my balls, bitch!” I groaned, knowing he was right. If I won the bet, I’d be farting near him and making him smell them. I shouldn’t be a hypocrite. I turned off the lights and crawled onto the bed over him. I could feel his body heat steaming up, it was so hot in this room, and his bed was sticky. I leaned in closer to his dick and balls. They smelt so strongly. “Yeah, I didn’t shower today either.” He admitted, “Last I showered was yesterday morning. Anyway, get down, don’t be shy.” I was frowning, but I couldn’t say no. I leaned in and opened my mouth wide. I was just able to fit the balls in his mouth. I gagged at the taste; they were very salty. I breathed out onto his dick, which had started to get hard. I felt wrong for staring at my own brother, but I couldn’t help but get turned on at being so close to him. I wasn’t sure if I was gay or not; the other kids at school were always going on about girls, but I didn’t really care as much. I guessed I probably was, but I didn’t say anything to anyone about it. I wondered if Alex knew. “Good job,” He panted, and started to play with his dick. “Now, I want you to gently suck on them and stroke them with your tongue. Get that flavor into your mouth. Let it marinate.” I moaned out, but was muffled by his balls. I had to do what he said, so I started to lick them. They were really salty at first, and the hair was an odd feeling against my tongue and gums and teeth, but the more I licked, the less bad it tasted. After a while, even though my jaw was getting tired, I didn’t mind it so much. I’m sure he’d tell me to stop eventually. For a while I kept licking, he said, ‘This is the best massage I’ve ever gotten’ and chuckled a little, but was breathing heavy. He kept rubbing his dick, which was hard and larger than before. I felt his hand grab the back of my head and rub my hair a bit, “Doing good. How does it tasted.” “Not so bad I guess,” I lied. It was still a gross flavor, just not as strong as when I first started. “Alright,” He gasped, “Now, you need to put my dick in your mouth” “What?!” “You lost the bet, not me” he reminded, “Do it!” I sighed, but didn’t think his dick would taste worse. I was scared of how big it was, so I slowly put it in my mouth. It brushed against my tongue and got all the way until I felt it touch the back of my throat. Other people would stick their fingers in their mouths to make them gag. I couldn’t gag like them, so with Alex’s dick I wasn’t too uncomfortable. It didn’t even taste bad, just kind of salty. To be honest, I’d rather do this than suck the sweat off his balls. He had both hands on my head and his fingers running through my hair, “Ok,” he gasped, “Lick it!” I slowly licked around it, and it was throbbing against my tongue. I should have been grossed out, but I was getting turned on at the thought of it. Besides, but a bet’s a bet, I had to go through with it. Suddenly, he started moaning, and I felt his dick throb on my tongue, I realized he was cumming. I started to gag, but he held me down. I just swallowed as fast as I could so I didn’t have to taste it. Even when he was done, he held my head onto his dick and I felt it get softer and softer in his mouth. “Wow,” He panted and let me go. Even though we both knew what just happened, I felt weird acknowledging it, so I played dumb, “You’re disgusting!” “You lost the bet, you had to do it.” He said again. What he told me next horrified me, “And I know what you’re going to have to do for me. For the rest of the week, every night, you have to do this again.” “Aw, no fair” But I felt my own dick starting to get hard at the thought. “But that’s not all,” He started to laugh, “This idea I got from you. You have to smell all my farts. All of them.” “No!” My eyes widened. Having my mouth on his privates was one thing, but smelling his farts?! “And I mean it. I’m not just gonna fart near you,” he continued, “Your face needs to be pressed up into my ass. I need to feel your nose against my butthole and you can sniff it up from the source.” “That’s gross!” “And sometimes, I fart in the middle of the night,” he put on the underwear that won the worse smelling contest, “so you don’t miss a single one, you’re gonna have to sleep with your face between my asscheeks.” “That’s not fair!” I cried out, “You aren’t going to be farting all night!” “No,” he admitted, “But I don’t want you to miss a single one.” He reached over and pulled up his thin sweat towel, “Don’t worry. I’ll wrap this around your head and tie it so you won’t roll over while you sleep.” He rolled onto his belly, as he usually slept, and said, “Alright, dig in!” I looked down at the round lumps of his butt. I knew he would have been sweating all day…he hadn’t showered…he was wearing the underwear that had a faint skid mark…this was gonna be hell. “Fine” I gulped, and I lowered myself. When I reached his butt, I pressed my face in and nuzzled so it would go deeper. His buttcrack smelt awful; it was a combination of butt and sweat funks, and old dirty underwear scent mixed together. His sweat had dampened the underwear so it was moist and hot on my face. I felt myself begin to sweat. This was going to be the worst week of my life. I felt him wrap the towel around and tie it. I was pressed tightly into his buttcrack. I could barely breathe! And I couldn’t open my mouth so I could only breathe through my nose and take in his gross butt scent. “Good night, little bro,” I felt him mess up my hair with his hand, “Stinky dreams.” After a minute of disgusting fumes, he said, “Wait, wait, dude I have to fart” He let it rip. It was large, all his farts were large and gross. It vibrated against my nose, and immediately the stink made me gag. It was like eggs. “You have to sniff them, remember?” he reminded me. I reluctantly sniffed in deeply. It was horrible. I kept sniffing, but the smell wouldn’t go away. I could still feel the nasty warmth hugging my face. “You still sniffing?” He laughed, “It’s been two minutes! Haha, I guess that’s my fault. See, I get after farts all the time. A LOT of after farts. An after fart is gas that streams out of my ass slowly after I let out a huge fart. It’s like one long quiet fart that seeps out. You have to snort those too. Anyway, goodnight.” It was agony. That night was so hot, I could feel his sweat mix with mine and stick to my face. The smell was awful, because the sweat combined with his dirty underwear, and his butt was right there. My nose hurt a little because it was smashed up in his crack. It was so hot, I couldn’t fall asleep. He started snoring, but I knew if I had gotten up and out of the towel, he would have made it worse for me tomorrow if he caught me. Wasn’t worth the risk. He farted a few more times, all silent but deadly ones. More rotten eggs. I sniffed them up in case he woke up to yell at me. After a long time, I fell asleep from exhaustion, still with my face buried in my brother’s butt. The next morning, I was rudely awaken by a giant fart that smacked me directly up my nose. Since I was asleep, the first thing I did was gasp and breath in deeply through my nose, so the smell assaulted me from the get go. I coughed a bit, and I felt Alex move up to his elbows, “Morning, butt boy.” I groaned, “morning,” into his butt cheeks. He then got up on his knees. I was still tied, so when he propped his butt up, my nose went deeper into his butt crack than it did last night. “Lemme fix this,” He tightened the towel. To keep balanced, I had my knees up too, and my hands were on his sides, which were sticky with sweat. “Alright, a few more farts brewing in me,” He said. I heard the groaning in his guts and whimpered. He released three more monster farts, one after the other. I sniffed them up deeply, and felt myself getting light headed. They all reeked of eggs. “Ok,” I mumbled into his butt several minutes later, “I sniffed them all. Let me out please.” “No, I don’t think so.” He got back down to his sleeping position. “What?!” I nearly screamed into his butt. “I thought about it, and since mom and dad won’t be home, there’s no reason you can’t just stay tied up in my butt like this…” “That’s not what you said!” I cried, still muffled by his sweaty butt cheeks. They seemed to smell worse than before. “Yeah, and I won’t shower or change my underwear.” He continued, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you out when you need to use the bathroom or eat. Plenty of eggs and beans for us. Lucky you, huh?” I felt his butthole press against my nose as another fart busted out and up my nostrils. “Pretty soon,” he laughed, “The smell of my farts will be normal to you. Anyway, no rush getting out of bed. Keep sniffing, cuz there’s plenty more where that came from. I always have a bunch of farts backed up in the morning…” That morning, after forced to vacuum up more of Alex’s farts, he finally got out of bed. He untied me before getting up, I gasped for air and coughed. I had been breathing in pure ass fumes for the past several hours. I could still feel all of his sweat, which soaked through the dirty underwear and onto my face. It felt like a thick film of ass sweat had soaked into my pores. I was gagging because his reeking ass and farts were still hugging my nose, even though I was free. “Morning dude,” He stood up, “now let me adjust a bit and you can go back into my butt.” He pulled his tighty whiteys up. I saw that they were damp with his sweat, and the old skid marks right where my nose had been. I was feeling sick again. “Do I have to?” I asked weakly. I had a headache from how little I slept. “Why can’t I just sniff your farts when you have to fart?” “Hey, first of all, you have to do everything I tell you, remember? So stop complaining. Second, I’ve decided that you’ll just also have to deal with my stinking ass! Here,” he tossed me his knee pads, “so you don’t hurt yourself too much.” I looked at the pads in my lap. “…you want me to crawl around behind you?” “Yep” he had a huge, stupid smirk on his face. Only one week of this hell. “…fine.” I couldn’t fight him. Besides, he’s bigger than me and could pin me down and make me deal with his ass anyway. He stood in front of me, lightly shaking his bubbly cheeks. I fit the pads on over my knees, then got on the ground. He didn’t move. This was so embarrassing, he wanted me to willingly press my face into his butt. I sighed deeply. Only one week. I could get through this. With his musky butt just a few inches away, I grabbed onto his thighs and pulled myself back in. The moisture and heat of his butt crack greeted me again, again the sweat and the filthy underpants amplified his musk. I breathed shallow, through my mouth, but even so I his butt funk was lingering up my nose. I felt him wrap the sweat towel around his hips and the back of my head, and then him tightening it so my face was pressed even more into his crack. My nose was crunched up in there. “If you need to get out for the bathroom or to eat, just let me know” I heard him call down, “Tap on my ass cuz it’s hard to tell what you’re saying when your in there.” With a chuckle, he started walking forward. I grabbed onto his thighs and stumbled on my knees. His pads hurt a bit since they dug into my leg but it was better than kneecap bruises I guess. I felt him walk out the room, then turn the corner. As I followed him, his big butt cheeks grinded against my face and wobbled my head back and forth. The dampness of his sweat was grossing me out again, and I felt myself sweating from the heat of the house and of his butt. My sweat was mixing with his sweat again…If I saw this happening to some other guy, I’d probably laugh until I pissed myself. I should have never made this stupid bet. This was so gross and embarrassing. He reached the bathroom and brushed his teeth. I stayed behind him, waiting for him to finish. Maybe I should ask him to let me out to use the bathroom? Even if I can’t get out of this bet, I can at least make the most of all the time I have free out of his butt. I could even wash my face. “Hey, Chris,” I heard him mutter with a mouth full of toothpaste, “Knock, knock” I had a feeling I knew what would happen, “Who’s there” my voice was muffled in his cheeks “Interrupting fart.” Oh no. I cringed, knowing exactly what would happen, “Interrupting far-,” His butthole pressed against my nose through the fabric and spat out another beast of a fart. He was laughing at his own joke, I felt his body shake with laughter. I held my breath, trying to avoid the stink, but at this range, he basically injected his fart up my nose and I couldn’t not smell it. He smacked the back of my head, I groaned out. The pain was dull, and he said, “Hey, you’re supposed to smell it all. I don’t want to smell any of my gas, and I swear to God if I get even a whiff of fart that you missed, I’ll punch you in the balls.” That was enough to break me. I snorted up the rancid fart. Just as eggy as before, Jesus what did he eat?! I followed him on my knees, sniffing up his ass as much as I could to get rid of all the fart fumes. I could barely see much beyond his cheeks, other than his muscular back and the back of his messy redhead, but I could tell we were in the kitchen. I heard him opening and closing the fridge, walking over to the pantry, then to the stove. All the while being as obedient as I can. I walked around with my face firmly between his butt cheeks, maybe for 20 minutes, but thankfully he didn’t fart again. “Just making breakfast, want some eggs?” He asked. “Please” I tapped on his butt like he asked. He let me out, again I swallowed as much fresh air as I could. His musk was still on my nose but I had gotten used to it by now. I stood up, my knees hurt from walking around in those pads. I sat at the counter next to him, and saw he was eating eggs and baked beans with coffee. “You’re eating beans for breakfast?!” I didn’t care that my voice was higher pitched and whiney. This was stupid. “Yeah, they do it in England.” He smirked, shoveling another forkful of beans into his mouth. He was just doing this to make worse farts for me. God, he’s never going to run out of gas at this rate. I made myself eat the eggs. “By the way, you know my friend Mike?” Mike was on the football team with him at school. He was a big guy; linebacker. “Yeah?” “He’ll be coming over later. So until then, I think I’ll let you out of my ass.” “Thanks,” I smiled, but it vanished in a second, “Wait, what do you mean until he gets here?” “For everything I’ve planned for the rest of the day, I think you deserve a bit of a break. I told him about the bet, and he thinks it’s hilarious. When he comes over, you’ll have to do what he says also.” “You’re doing too much,” I complained, “I said the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the week, but I only meant one thing!” “Never said that,” He shrugged, “You only said ‘whatever the winner wants’. You’re lucky I’m going so easy on you, I could have you doing more. So stop being a bitch about it.” I tossed my plate into the sink and stormed to the bathroom to wash my face. He was right, I’m stuck being his slave until next Thursday. Mike seemed like a nice guy the few times he’s been over, maybe he’ll go easy on me? … At around noon, I heard the bell ring, and cringed. I knew that my break from Alex’s disgusting ass was over, and God knows what I would have to do for Mike. “Hey Fart Boy, introduce yourself to my guest!” I heard laughter from the hall. My stomach felt cold, but I got out of bed and dragged myself over. Mike was kind of scary. Like I said, he seemed nice, but he was huge. He was taller than Alex, and he had bigger arms and legs. He had a thick torso. He towered over me like a giant when walked over. “Hi,” I mumbled. “Is that how you speak to a guest?” Alex raised his voice, faux mad, Mike snickered. “Try again; Hello Mike, I’m Fart Boy. If you need to fart at any time, feel free to let it loose in my nose or mouth.” I cringed. I would have to sniff up Mike’s farts too? I gulped, my face burning with embarrassment, “Hello Mike, I’m Fart Boy. If you need to fart at any time…” My voice cracked. I can’t believe Alex had me stoop so low. “…feel free to let it loose in my nose or mouth.” Mike let out a booming laugh, “I might take you up on that offer, Fart Dude.” He and Alex walked to the living room. Alex made me follow. At first, they were just watching some show on Comedy Central, and talking, but they kept me next to them on the couch. No farts yet. I was hoping that there wouldn’t be any more for a while. They kept commanding me to bring them snacks and pop from the kitchen. “Hey, Fart Boy,” Mike shaked his glass, letting the ice cubes clink, “can you get me a refill?” “Right away, Sir,” I felt sick to my stomach, both the nickname and the fact I had to serve him. But getting him a glass of Coke was much better than having to deal with more farts. I came back with a full glass of coke, but before I could hand it to him, Mike said, “Wait dude, haha, get your face down here” He scooted forward a bit and lifted both legs, spread eagle, his basketball short clad ass pointed at me. I sighed and got down to my knees to press my nose into the indent. His hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in more and I felt his butthole push against the tip of my nose. The fart he let out was deep, but luckily light. I coughed from the scent – just pure ass – but reflexively I sniffed it up, and kept sniffing until I knew it was gone. “Wow dude, your brother’s a pro. He should find a job like this when he’s older.” Mike boomed over me. Alex laughed. “If only.”

(Pt 2) The Gassy Master - Jakes Friend Ben

I woke up in a daze, I tried to look around but I couldn’t see anything just the roof. I still felt the sleeping bag as I moved around and I definitely still had the gas mask on. The smell of farts still lingered.

My mouth was so dry with his socks, the taste still very much in my mouth. The horrible taste mixed with the left over gas didn’t help.

I heard the door open, and Jake say “this is it” a male voice I didn’t recognise said “holy fuck, you’ve secured him well” I struggled a bit to see if I could find out who this person was but it was at this point I realised I was strapped down now. That was new.

Jake leant over me and looked down, his cute face smiled with a cheeky grin as he said “I have got you a new friend, his name is Ben he can fart on command and burp on command. Your in for a treat, I’m off out for the day I will be back later” I screamed and squirmed as true smiling Jake moved away from me.

Ben soon showed his face, he towered over me. He was wearing an adidas tracksuit, with white stains around the crotch, my eyes locked onto that bulge. He said “I see you’ve noticed my cum stains, I always cum when I torture slaves”. My eyes widened, what was going to happen to me.

Ben grabbed the tube to the gas mask, un screwing it. This was good maybe he would taker me out of it.

He screwed something back on, I couldn’t tell what it was at first until he showed me two tubes. It was then I realised he had fitted some sort of splitter to attach two tubes. I shaked and moaned. He sat over my chest looking down at me.

He showed me inserting one tube into his tracksuit, the smell immediately hit me. It was rancid. The smell of his ass plus the cum was absolutely toxic. Nothing I had taken before. Where the fuck had Jake found this stinky man.

The other tube he kept a hold of. I then heard him gasping for air, thinking to myself that will teach him. He then placed the tube next to his mouth and let out the loudest burp ever. The whole mask vibrated with the power of it, then the smell hit me. Fuck. It was rancid, I have no idea what he had eaten but it was absolutely toxic. The small was unimaginable. I saw him laugh as he sat over me. Then my cock vibrated, he was sat right on it.

The fart wasn’t too loud, but had a lot of power behind it. The smell again, was toxic. The raw eggy stench filled the mask as he continued to burp down one of the tubes and rip silent but deadly farts down the other end.

Each fart vibrated by dick more and more, each more toxic than the last. They weren’t loud, just powerful and toxic. How would I survive. I moved and thrashed as much as I could, however there was no stopping him.

I was close to cumming, this wasn’t good. This would have been the second time I had came in this toxic sleeping bag. Luckily before I climaxed he got off me. Laying down next to me, he turned the TV on and ignored me. He watched TV for around 2 hours. Gassing down the tube when he needed too.

The other tube that he frequently used for burps was also used for another purpose. He had his trainers, that he would put the tube into, these mixed with the taste of Jakes gag was not good. The smell was just toxic, they clearly hadn’t been washed in years.

I endured this torture for around 3-4 hours in total, even with him watching TV. I didn’t realise how bad this was going to be when Jake got back. I heard the door open, Jake belched loudly as he entered the room saying “guess who’s back” Ben farted one more time, and belched down the gas mask saying to Jake “he’s been a good slave, i have kept him entertained”

Jake laughed, he then ripped the gas mask off me, meaning i could finally move my head slightly, i looked around and Jake was at the door, with a cute twink gagged and bound nest to him… what was this? What was he going to do with him?

This hot hunk deserves a slave who is willing to smell and lick those delicious armpits after a workout, only to serve as his fart cushion and/or foot rest to smell and lick his ass and feet! I would absolutely love to be that slave!